ear. The pacha could hardly restrain the expression of his delight, though the sorcerer laid his finger on his lip in token of silence.

In a few moments, a rosy tint was dif

its thousand lamps. Zulema appeared: she flew to her father's arms, and both were long absorbed in emotions too deep for utterance. But after a time they spoke, and the pacha demanded of his

fused over the saloon. Sweeter perfumes daughter the explanation of the mystery in which she was involved.

"I will explain all," said Zulema, "as far as I may. You know I was captured by a Bedouin."

"Yes."

and still softer music regaled the senses, and then a lovely form, robed in white, was visible at the extremity of the apartment. She approached, and at last came near to the pacha. She then lifted her veil it was Zulema! In an instant the "Well, I was sold as a slave to the music ceased, the lights vanished, and pacha of Damascus. I was delivered darkness and silence reigned over the from this terrible condition by the arts of scene. The pacha, overcome with emo-a conjurer."

tion, fell to the floor, where he remained for some time in a state of insensibility. When he recovered, he found himself in his palace. By degrees, he recollected what had happened, and requested the Armenian to be sent to him. The latter

came.

"I am satisfied," said the pacha, “that you are no impostor; or, at least, that your power is equal to your pretensions. There is the hundred thousand piastres; but surely, one who can do so much, can do more. I have seen my daughter; let her be returned to me."

"On what condition?

"Such as you may name."

"The Armenian ? "

"The same; and in recompense for this service I have given myself to him." "You are his wife?" "I am."

"Who is he?"

"You have seen him."

"He is in disguise. Tell me, who and what is he?"

"Let him speak for himself. Here he is."

The pacha turned, and instead of the Armenian, he saw at his side a young man of distinguished mien. It was Dairak. The pacha instantly recognized him. He frowned for a moment, but a 66 I will name none. Go with me smile soon passed over his face. "I again to the pavilion this night: you shall understand it all," said the pacha. "So speak with Zulema, and she shall pre- this is the conjurer, and two children have scribe my fee." To this the pacha duped a man of experience and the gov agreed. ernor of Bassora. Well, well, we will At midnight, he and the conjurer again make the best of it. Dairak shall be visited the lonely mansion encompassed acknowledged as my son, and since he by palms. Again the magic ceremonies has shown so much skill in getting a were performed, and again the gorgeous wife, I doubt not he will be able to saloon rang with music, and glowed with take good care of her. I am not rich,

but Zulema shall have dower."

a suitable | pedition to Damascus, and have three hundred thousand piastres!"

"Nay, nay," said Dairak, "you have This increased the satisfaction of the given me the Pearl of the Palace, and I pacha, and all the party went forthwith ask no more. I was fortunate in my ex- the palace.

tual as that by which a soldier fastens bayonet for close battle.

juicy quality, which form the principal food of these animals. They have a long lip, something like an elephant's trunk: with this they reach the leaves,

OST of our readers have heard of the rhinoceros, a huge animal of Asia, almost as large as an elephant, and Bruce, a famous traveller in Africa, having a horn upon his nose. In says that in the regions frequented by the Africa, where there is an assortment of rhinoceros, there are trees of a soft and queer animals, a species of rhinoceros is found which has a double horn. We give a likeness of one of these fellows, standing in the water, which these creatures are fond of. One of the most curious which they eat first. Then they apply things about the rhinoceros is, that when he is quiet, his horn is loose; but when he is in a rage, it is firm and strong, nature having thus given him a mode of fixing his weapon for combat, quite as effec

the horn, and, ripping up the trunk, soon reduce it to shreds. This they easily crush with their teeth, and thus leaves, limbs, and trunk are devoured by these greedy animals.

The Flying Horse; or, Riches and Poverty.

POOR boy was once going by a large, self, "Why could not I have a beautifine house, when he saw another boy ful horse, and be dressed in fine clothes, of his own age, riding about on a and ride about among pleasure-grounds? beautiful horse. The boy was hand- How happy that gay fellow must be, and somely dressed, and the horse pranced how miserable am I! He has nothing to gayly along the path that wound among do but enjoy himself, and I have to work tall trees and grassy lawns. for a living, and be dressed in mean The poor boy sighed, and said to him-clothes, and eat brown bread, and get

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THE FLYING HORSE; OR, RICHES AND POVERTY.

hardly enough of that." poor boy went on his way; but all the time he was thinking of the rich boy, and contrasting his condition with his own poverty, and his heart grew sad; and while one who is rich may be deficient in after a time, he sat down and wept, and these things, and consequently be misera then, as the weather was mild, he fell ble." asleep, and had a dream.

And then the fairy, "are the sources of contentment, and contentment brings happiness. One who is poor may have good sense and good feelings, and therefore be happy;

"All that may be," said the boy; "but I wish I was rich, and had a beautiful horse, and fine clothes, and could ride about when I pleased. I'd risk being happy or unhappy if I was rich."

He fancied that he was pursuing his way, until at last he came to a forest; and there he heard a voice, which seemed to call him. He followed this, and it led him into a wild and lonely dell. Here "Well," said the maid, "you shall the voice grew more distinct, and seemed make the experiment. Come hither." So very near. Pretty soon, he saw the mouth she took the boy to a splendid edifice, that of a cave, and he entered. It was dark looked like a palace. The door was at first, but he could see light within. opened, and within was a collection of Passing along, he came to a lofty temple, the finest horses that could be seen. The whose ceiling was high as the clouds, maiden directed the boy to choose one. and shining as if made of silver. While He looked from one to another. At last, he stood looking around in wonder and delight, a lovely being, dressed in green, with the form of a maiden, yet with wings like a bird, came to his side, and desired to know what he wanted.

The boy was confused at first; but recovering himself, he said, "I am poor and unhappy. To-day I saw a rich boy, finely dressed, and riding a beautiful horse along lovely pleasure-grounds, and I thought to myself, Why is this difference? Why is he so much better off than I am?' And these thoughts have made me wretched, and I wish to die."

"This is very wrong and very foolish," said the maid in green. "You are born in poverty, and the boy you speak of is born to riches; but it is not poverty or riches that make people happy."

"What then?" said the poor boy.
"Good sense, good feelings," said the

he came to a horse which had wings. This creature was very beautiful, for his skin was black, sleek, and glossy: his mane and tail were long and flowing, like silk, while his eye was bright and sparkling, seeming almost like the intelligent eye of a human being. The boy was enchanted as he gazed on this splendid ani mal. He hardly dared to ask for this one; but the fairy knew his thoughts, and said, "You can take him if you please." "Really?" said the youth: "may I take this one?"

"Remember, I warned you that happiness | the horse, so far from checking his gait, is not the gift of riches, but of good sense only sped on with a more rapid flight. and good feelings. These may as well The boy pulled, but the horse still flew. belong to the poor as the rich. But you On, on he went, and in a short time the desired to try riches. You have them! town below was left far behind. Hour I have given you a horse that will carry after hour, the horse pursued his swift you from one place to another with the speed of the wind. I now give you a purse full of gold. Go and try your for tune. But remember, if you do not find happiness, it is not my fault. I have warned you that this springs not from through hunger and fatigue? Am I doomed external things, but from the mind and to be crushed to the earth, and made the the heart. Farewell." prey of vultures and wolves? Really, After all, perhaps.

career, and the rider, at length, weary of his efforts, yielded to despair. "What will come of all this?" said he, thinking almost aloud. "Will the beast never stop? Will he go on till I drop from his back

The boy and fairy parted, the former this is too horrible. galloping away in ecstasy. The horse that green woman was right. I've got a seemed hardly to touch the ground. On flying horse, but I don't know how to he sped, with a swift and easy motion; and manage him. I've plenty of gold, but at last, starting from the top of a lofty hill, this is useless to one who is carried away he spread his wings, and flew like an eagle by a demon.. What on earth shall I do? over the landscape. Nothing could sur-Upon my word, I wish I was safe back to pass the joy of the rider, as he swept the ground in my brown clothes and bare over hill and valley. "This is indeed hap-feet, toddling along, as I was this mornpiness," said he, mentally. "How fool-ing. I was happy enough till I saw that ish that girl in green was, to talk about rich young fellow prancing about on his being happy without being rich! Poh! fine horse. It must be true what the poh!" and with these thoughts he spurred his horse to a quicker and still quicker pace.

green girl said that happiness springs from a contented mind. Alas! I have learned wisdom too late. I see that the power which riches confer are not only useless, but fatal to those who have not the training and the wisdom to use them.

For some hours he continued his flight; but at length he grew weary, and by and by he had a sense of hunger. "After all,” said he, “Isuppose one may get tired, If I could manage this horse, he would be and must eat, even though he may have indeed a treasure; but not having been a flying horse and a purse full of gold." taught to govern him, he is my master, Upon this, he looked about for some place and I must perish, as the penalty of seek. to stop at. Far down in a valley, at some ing what was not fairly within my reach.” distance, he saw a town, and concluded to While the boy thus mused, he became stop here. So he pulled in the reins; but so weary that he could not sit upright. the flying horse did not mind the bit. He leaned forward, and swaying in his The boy pulled harder and harder; but saddle, he fell. Down, down he went,